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to the gate without the certainty that had carried his father and aunts and uncles. He carried uncertainty like a question he was still learning how to ask.
“I did not know they hadn’t told you,” he said. “I thought you were expecting us.”
I swallowed hard. “I know, sweetheart.”
“I am sorry.”
That was an apology. Not because it fixed everything, but because continue reading …
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